Zealous Touch Poem by Robert L. Bixler III

When does Love’s zealous touch
Delicately graze softened heart?
Is it only in a moment’s clutch
As the dew glistens in a gold start?

Is it the instance when sweet perfumes
Tickle the nose in wavy-aired bath?
Intoxicating aroma, sensation hold, looms
A second over a lifetime in memory’s epitaph.

Does it come with beauty’s smile?
Sparkling pearls bordered by luscious rubies,
Never could Solomon afford while
Beauty, before Benevolence, lies before knees.

Or maybe it is the rose’s silky glide
Across eager, anticipating skin?
Blood red petals on cream skin hide
One’s desire for coupled thorny sin.

Yet maybe when honey-glazed kiss
Lies upon quivering, warm lips?
Aphrodite’s nectar, in drunken bliss,
Invokes inner-fires in heart-beaten nips.

Still there is calling in the Siren’s song.
Could it be her addicting melody
That brings Love’s encompassing hold, along
With soft moans and inaudible words, to be?

All summed together, mystery still holds
Love’s gravity more true than exposit;
Too complex for Newton’s modulus molds
And still more simple than a child’s requisite.